я ε ǟ Ⓡ ŕ ᾰ ṉ Ꮆ ⓔ ԃ

— If I were to Siphon your brilliance With the utmost of reverence What then, my friend? Drained of your subconscious lore Primal mechanisms alchemize With composite metaphor If I were to Dismantle your humanity To odyssey your prodigy What then, my friend? Bloodletting your penchant For secret solitary Crystallize with the hive Of your ingeniousness […]

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Within | The Art of Letting Go

A few simple, universal truths: Love and let love. Live and let live. But if it becomes. Live and let die? For love? You leave and let go. With love. Because living. Should never feel hopeless. And loving. Should never feel helpless. Because living. And loving. Should never involve. Watching someone drown. Love is both. A […]

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Oceanic Empress

Questions posed Of the oceanic empress My Tropic of Capricorn My southern equator My counterpoint to time Are you, in fact, a woman Or a cliff of obsidian? O, Tidepool eyes O, Music box heart La mère, l’artiste My origami swan My silver leaf frond Siren of the sophora Pouring with words Stirred by keys […]

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The Faux is my Foe

I wander the wreckage aimless In my pointless annoyance I traverse, I glance, I coalesce Beneath a sky plotted meticulously In a cemetery of stars and power lines I retrace the path, I count the miles I stand before a door that I abhor Pouring my fool heart out It guards the de facto of […]

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When the siren sounded they woke

This…. song. Sigh. This track deluges me with so many complex emotions. It possesses such an incredibly romantic undercurrent buried somewhere in the sweeping, melancholic rifts. I am particularly enamored with the way he intonates many of the lines. It’s gentle but so evocative at the same time. At times haunting. But still so beautiful. I found […]

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Tiny Dancer

On a foggy November morning… The ache of a melody. It awakens me to a world that is still as brutal as it is beautiful. Only more so than the day before. So cold yet so cherishing. With December looming. — I want to dedicate this song… To Rachel of In Mind and Out Blog. […]

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The Hand that Feeds

If you feed a stray dog, he will happily follow you. That is, until you cease feeding him. (or) If someone else comes along who feeds him more frequently. And just like that. Your best friend is off to the races with his new master. What does this teach us about the crude instincts inherent […]

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a love that had no end // too good

October 2nd, 2017 was the last text. 4:39 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. — “you awake?” — I stayed up late just in case you needed me. I missed the message by mere minutes. Your mother would be boarding a plane in the morning. She missed you by mere hours. I’ll never understand why. There’s supposed […]

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what happened to the words?

(This is a one take recording. I only had a three minute span of free time to recite,  so please forgive any mispronunciations or uncalled for pauses… Xo)   Remember when you used to be a poet? My God, those were the days You, when you still craved the words And when the words were […]

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singing in the pain

i sang a song, tonight i sang a song and felt the words i felt the words in the sweetest in the saddest places i sang a song, tonight i sang a song and my mouth wrapped ’round each refrain diction emphatic in lieu of kissing you i sang a song, tonight i sang a […]

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just like gatsby

he was a subconscious chaos masking his perpetual absence in colorful metaphor a dim light on a dark night vaguely flickering on someone else’s dock a viridescent beacon kept alight by the electricity of his own apathy seducing common moths by colluding with the autumnal moon he who fancies himself an aetheist aurora borealis is merely a […]

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where you are

Shawn Michael Bann.. I am writing this to you in the hope that my words travel from this page, no – from my aching heart – to yours. Somewhere in the spirit realm. Where you now reside ad infinitum. Where you bask in the bliss of the after. Where you have shed all semblance of […]

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unlikely alliance

the philosophical prince and the empress of articulation the boy with the thorn in his side and the girl who drank the moon two lost souls with questionable ties in absurd past lives tangled together like mismatching shoe laces this… is a very unlikely alliance an unconditional accident between quintessentially existential and quelled rebellion equally […]

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a morning just like any other morning

February. I awoke on a morning just like any other morning. It was a week day. It was humid and overcast outside. It was absolutely unremarkable. My two year old daughter had climbed into my bed sometime around 4 a.m. I eased out of slumber and gained a gradual cognizance of my dimly lit bedroom. […]

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accidental witness

accidental witness the lingering scent of moist eucalyptus my recollection fragrance for this haunted house residence on phantom foundations exit strategy sedation our friendship’s fabric star cross stitch and the lingering scent of formaldehyde citrus so familiar and tragic he left me a jacket burgundy velvet h&m if he is me then i am him […]

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